Everyone knew that Yan Chen would definitely be reluctant to let go of Ye Wanwan. The two were obviously going to get married soon, but something like this happened. However, they didn't expect that Yan Chen could get married in such a short period of time.

Not marrying her during the day with great fanfare, but marrying her alive and dead at midnight.

He did not deceive himself into thinking she was alive. He admitted that she was dead, but even if she was dead, he would still marry her.

Under great sorrow and grief, it is easy for people to lose their minds, collapse and become decadent. His pain is silent, and there is no trace of dejection or sadness, but it makes people feel pain just by looking at it.

When people face unbearable pain, they will always run away, become confused, collapse and lose consciousness, but he did not. He endured the pain rationally and calmly, and was clearer than anyone else.

It was as if he had torn the fatal wound open with his own hands, watching the wound bleed with an expressionless expression, silently but frightening.

Ye Shaoyang's knees weakened and he knelt in front of the coffin. He knocked his head heavily on the ground and tears fell directly from his eyes.

"Sister, I'm sorry for you." Hua Hua choked with sobs.

If he hadn't gotten married, how could Wanwan come back to the Ye family? She hadn't lived in the Ye family for so many years, but she was willing to stay for him that night.

It was all because of his incompetence as an elder brother. He always had to ask his sister to take care of him and worry about him. In the end, he died because of him.

It's all useless to him.

Lin Xiao didn't know how to comfort Ye Shaoyang, saying that he wasn't to blame. At this moment, he was afraid that he couldn't listen. He was feeling guilty and self-blaming and no one could persuade him. He could only wait until the matter passed.

She reached out and patted his shoulder: "Today is Wanwan and her brother-in-law's big day. She will laugh at you if you cry so ugly."

It would be great if you could laugh at him.

Ye Shaoyang was in agony and knelt there for a long time, unwilling to get up, but Yan Chen seemed to pretend that he didn't exist. He forgot about the money in the brazier and poured himself a drink with the wine pot in his other hand.

In the end, it was Lin Xiao who dragged Ye Shaoyang away. Yan Chen was no longer hiding. They could come to him at any time. Instead of crying here, it was better to go back and do something.

The next day they came with their things. There were no extra people, so they called Liang Mingyue and Wu Yu, as well as a few maids who were waiting for Ye Wanwan.

Seeing this coffin, no matter how much they wanted to deceive themselves, they had to recognize the reality. Ye Wanwan was really dead.

Liang Mingyue and Wu Yu wiped their tears together, while Qingsha and Dongyu hugged each other and cried.

Yan Chen seemed to not be able to see them. He was sitting on the futon in front of the coffin. He was still wearing the red wedding dress from last night. The color that should not appear in the mourning hall became the most vivid and eye-catching color here.

He was holding a wooden plaque in his hand, with the words "The spiritual place of my wife Yan's Ye Wanwan" written stroke by stroke.

No one dares to go over and disturb, so we burn incense and pay homage, and we all stay here together.

"When a person dies, his lamp goes out, and he is buried in the grave."

For the first time, Lin Xiao felt that he could speak so cruelly. They were still wearing wedding clothes. Their relationship was so good. They were together all the way a few days ago and were extremely loving. But now they are separated forever.

After being laid to rest and buried, all that is left is a handful of loess.

Not to mention Yan Chen, even Ye Shaoyang couldn't accept it.

But when people die, they naturally need to be buried. They can't just keep them like this.

Yan Chen did not deny the fact that Ye Wanwan was dead. He did not react much when he heard this. He looked up at them and said, "Dawn will break in three days."

He had already chosen the right time and did not resist burying Ye Wanwan.

Ye Shaoyang and the others really wanted to stay here with them, but Yan Chen didn't want to. He just married Ye Wanwan. He just wanted to stay with her. Letting them come and take a look was just for Ye Wanwan's sake. How could they do it?

Keep them here as an eyesore?

After forcefully driving away Ye Shaoyang and the others, Yan Chen stood up and looked at Ye Wanwan. Those dark blue eyes only fluctuated when he saw Ye Wanwan. They were no longer a pool of stagnant water, but filled with water.

The love is even more heartbreaking.

He caressed her face gently, not caring about the biting coldness on her body, and greedily looked at her sleeping form, knowing that the time he could see was running out.

He looked forward to the day he got married to her every day, thinking that they would have many, many days after they got married.

She has always been lazy and restless, so he will hold up the sky and let her sleep peacefully under his protection; she doesn't like going to Beijing, so after they get married, he will make arrangements to accompany her to where she wants to go.

.

Stay together for life and never leave each other.

He had thought so much and made so many preparations, but he never thought that she would suddenly leave him.

How cruel fate is when it plays tricks on people.

---

In the evening, several more uninvited guests came to this small courtyard.

Dressed in plain clothes, lightly dressed and low-key, he turned out to be Emperor Zhao Zhuo.

Mu Feng didn't know for a moment whether to let him go or stop him.

They didn't hear Yan Chen chasing anyone away, so they finally went in.

Zhao Zhuo actually didn't believe that Ye Wanwan was dead. They were all looking for the whereabouts of Yan Chen and Ye Wanwan. Ye Shaoyang's actions were not covert enough, so it was easy to know what they had done.

But even now that he appears here, he still doesn't believe it. He only thinks that this is Yan Chen's fault, but he doesn't know why Ye Wanwan's death is used as an excuse.

It was surrounded by bright red silk and satin and the words "happy". It was supposed to be a festive place, but there were ghost coins and soul sails mixed in. It was the first time in Zhao Zhuo's life that happy events and funerals were merged.

After looking around casually, his final gaze fell on the most eye-catching coffin in the hall.

Is Ye Wanwan really inside?

Yan Chen didn't react to Zhao Zhuo's arrival until he walked in and put his hand on the coffin lid.

"Don't touch her."

Yan Chen opened Zhao Zhuo's hand and knocked him back several steps with one palm.

"emperor."

Lin Zheng went to help him, but Zhao Zhuo stopped him. He covered his heart and stood still. He looked at Yan Chen and his eyes fell on the coffin: "Is she really in there?"

Yan Chen didn't answer. Zhao Zhuo took a deep breath to calm down: "What exactly do you want to do?"

"I have put down the matter of proposing marriage. If you want to marry her, I also wish you well. She is kind to me. As long as I reign for one day, I will definitely protect her glory and wealth. I can swear that I will never do anything bad to her.

Why do you have to let her act like this?"

As an emperor, Zhao Zhuo felt that his words were humble enough. Yan Chen must know something about his thoughts, but he did nothing and had already given in to this point, but he still did not want Ye Wanwan to stay.

In front of him?

Yan Chen stroked the coffin lid. The lid was not completely closed, but he could see his bride just by lowering his head slightly.

His mood was not as exciting as Zhao Zhuo's, and he was as calm as death after grief.

"Who do you think you are? Who in this world is worthy of letting her lie here and lie to you?"
Chapter completed!